Happy Father’s Day.

Oh happy day and thank you, Daddy, for teaching me how to drive a boat and tie the easy necessary knots and catch crabs with chicken necks and be safe (above all!) on water and land, to drive a little longer distance to get a coke in a glass bottle and make that extra distance be the special part, to go down isthmuses of land only known at low tide (and then how to back up at high speeds to get the hell out of there), to borrow Christmas Trees with a Flatt and Scruggs soundtrack, to sing, always, and always in harmony, that music needs to “get you off!”, how to do the nitty gritty: drive stick shift, shoot guns, change tires, jump cars, gut fish, set up the stereo just right, change the strings, make the grilled cheese, know the tides and how to catch the waves, get backstage and be cool, and the big stuff: how to measure happiness and time in terms of action, how to lose parts of yourself and come out the other side, what a marriage and a life should and can be, the absolute power of unrelenting positivity, that life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death, and, of course, always be master of your own destiny.

Author: loiseaufait

Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion. Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling). View all posts by loiseaufait